It's been a long time since I have been to a Halloween party. Sometimes I get to go as a chauffeur, which is what I did this year. I volunteered to take Teresa to a community center that promised to have a non-scary dance. The same community center sponsored one years ago that included a haunted house and it wasn't so fun. I trusted them when they said it would be non-scary.
So, being a good chauffeur, we found a local costume shop and lo and behold, Teresa became a roaring twenties flapper girl.
We went to the party and saw the refreshment table. It had a 5-gallon jug of water and something on a tray that extended the length of the table. Curiously, Teresa and I walked over to the table to see what the evening's refreshment had and it was a very long swirly chocolate cake. In the shape of a snake. A chocolate snake. A fifteen foot foot long chocolate snake.
It was covered in saran wrap and it was accompanied by a man standing by it saying "don't touch".
So after four cups of water, and watching everyone do the Monster Mash, I made a deal with Teresa. We could stay at the party and hope that we would get a piece of chocolate cake at some point in the evening, perhaps after many others had rushed ahead of us in line, or..... I would be honored to escort her to Denny's for a hot fudge sundae right now.
With smiles on both of our faces, off we went. That was a very good day.
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